Simple Life

I have a small life. It’s composed of me, my housemate/male-friend, our apartment, occasionally our relatives, and our work.

When I was young I did have grandiose dreams. Notions of how I will turn out when I reach 30. They were dreams and  in a way, a lot of my dreams did come true. Meeting the love of my life, living independently, reading all the books I want, cooking and trying out interesting meals.

Aside from my mother’s death, I did not experience any grand heartaches.  I am not a risk-taker, I have become happy in my safe major-disaster-free world.  And that was how I wanted it to be.

Sometimes I wonder, what it would be like if I had a “rebellious”phase.  The problem is, what would I rebel against? Food for thought.